quinta-feira, novembro 17

The X love

I'm not in love, so don't forget it.
It's just a silly phase I'm going through.
And just because I call you up,
Don't get me wrong, don't think you've got it made.
I'm not in love, no no,

it's because...

The closer I get to you
The more you make me see
By giving me all you've got
Your love has captured me

I like to see you, but then again,
That doesn't mean you mean that much to me.
So if I call you, don't make a fuss -
Don't tell your friends about the two of us.
I'm not in love, no no,

it's because...

Over and over again
I try to tell myself that we
Could never be more than friends
And all the while inside
I knew it was real
The way you make me feel

I keep your picture upon the wall.
It hides a nasty stain that's lying there.
So don't you ask me to give it back.
I know you know it doesn't mean that much to me.
I'm not in love, no no,

it's because...

Lying here next to you
Time just seems to fly
Needing you more and more
Let's give love a try

you'll wait a long time for me.
you'll wait a long time.

Sweeter than sweeter love grows
And heaven's there for those
Who fool the tricks of time
With hearts in love will find
True love
In a special way

I'm not in love, I'm not in love...

Come a little closer so we can see into the eyes of love
Just a little a closer let me speak to you
I wanna tell you something
Here I am - I just want you to come closer
Come a little closer let me whisper in your ear
‘Cause I wanna tell you something
Move a little a little closer we can say for real
The way we feel about each other’s lovin’

(I'm Not in Love/The Closer I Get To You)

2 comentários:

Anônimo disse...

Oh que pena ... rsrsrsrsrs logo agora que eu estava pensando fazer um simpósio, para conversarmos sobre ciência, cinema... e tudo enrolado para ver se vc se "laça"....:-)))))))
Eu Marte vendo Vénus e suando às estopinhas....:-))))))
Oooooohhhhh

Anônimo disse...

Jamais, avez-vous dit, tandis
qu'autour de nous
Résonnait la plaintive musique;
Jamais, avez-vous dit, tandis que, malgré vous,
Brillait de vos grands yeux l'azur mélancolique.

Jamais, répétiez-vous, pâle et d'un air si doux
Qu'on eût cru voir sourire une médaille antique.
Mais des trésors secrets l'instinct fier et pudique
Vous couvrit de rougeur, comme un voile jaloux.

Quel mot vous prononcez, marquise, et quel dommage!
je ne voyais ni ce charmant visage,
Ni ce divin sourire, en vous parlant d'aimer.
Vos yeux bleus sont moins doux que votre âme n'est belle.

Même en les regardant, je ne regrettais que lui,
Et de voir dans sa fleur un tel coeur se fermer.

-- Alfred de Musset. Jamais.


À qui gardez-vous vos yeux bleus, madame?
Je vous desire une bonne semaine.